You may already know I am a cloth diaper pimp. Yeah that’s right, I pimp cloth diapers out every and any chance I get because I think they are the bomb. To me, it doesn’t make any sense to use anything but cloth diapers and I have outlined my reasons for using them here and here in previous blog posts. I have been cloth diapering for nearly 4 years now and I would say I am almost a cloth diapering master. I can usually trouble shoot almost every cloth diapering issue and anything I don’t know, I can quickly find read more…

I’m annoyed people. I should not be writing this post because it is totally against everything that I thought was right and true in the world. And yet, lately I cannot ignore this problem and it is pissing me off. This one right here goes out to all the baby’s mamas, baby’s mamas mamas, dun dun dunun, dun dun dunun… oops that’s an Outkast song. Let’s try that again. What I mean to say is this one right here goes out to all the women who cannot bring themselves to sit on the freakin toilet seat in a public washroom read more…

I love to read and I always have a few books on the go at any one time. Not only do I love to read, I love to buy books. It is a terrible addiction that was at its worst when I worked in a bookstore while I was in University; no sooner would I get my pay cheque then I would spend the entire thing on books that I had been putting aside. I never had a cent left for clothes or food so I had to quit that job after a year because my will power was not read more…

I am about to venture into a new land, one that I am not entering willingly but rather, out of necessity. It is a place where cumbersome, three dimensional rectangles comfortably contain large families, some of whom sit at the back of the rectangular box, transfixed by moving images on a tiny, square screen. It is a place where one can almost convince him/herself that the box is not so bad until they step out from the box and take in the reality that they are in a rectangular box while others are not. I am going to this mythical read more…

In my experience, no good can come of my 3YO playing alone in his room with his door closed. It usually leads to inappropriate sticker sticking, wall colouring, book ripping and/or play-dough bucket raiding. All of these things are annoying and generally mean more clean up for me and for that reason I get nervous every time he tries to retire to his room with the door closed. Today while I was preparing lunch, he did just that. He slipped away to his room and closed the door and immediately, I knew he was up to no good. I hollered read more…